The Last Werewolf by Glen Duncan

Then she opened her mouth to scream—and recognised me. It was what I’d been waiting for. She froze. She looked into my eyes. She said, “It’s you.”

Meet Jake. A bit on the elderly side (he turns 201 in March), but you’d never suspect it. Nonstop sex and exercise will do that for you—and a diet with lots of animal protein. Jake is a werewolf, and after the unfortunate and violent death of his one contemporary, he is now the last of his species. Although he is physically healthy, Jake is deeply distraught and lonely.

Jake’s depression has carried him to the point where he is actually contemplating suicide—even if it means terminating a legend thousands of years old. It would seem to be easy enough for him to end everything. But for very different reasons there are two dangerous groups pursuing him who will stop at nothing to keep him alive.

Here is a powerful, definitive new version of the werewolf legend—mesmerising and incredibly sexy. In Jake, Glen Duncan has given us a werewolf for the twenty-first century—a man whose deeds can only be described as monstrous but who is in some magical way deeply human.

The Guardian

(A female vampire called Mia is "a strikingly beautiful woman who smelled like a vat of pigshit and rotten meat".) The prose's yoking of the concrete quotidian to the supernatural is perfectly summed up as Marlowe watches some vampires driving off in a minivan: "the people-carrier, carrying its i...

New York Journal of Books

To less careful readers this will be jarring but for the deeply invested reader this will provide a further emotional connection between we mere mortals and those cursed by the lunar lusts.The result is a fast paced, intense story of not one but an entire race of supernatural creatures that we as...

Entertainment Weekly

(Why are the werewolf stalkers so strangely chivalrous, refusing to take Jake down when he's in his human state?) He's blocked out vivid action sequences that will smooth the way for the no-doubt soon-to-be-hired screenwriter.

Los Angeles Times

Jacob broods on his origins and his first kill in these pages, on the old life he left behind when he collided with — and was mauled by — a werewolf fleeing hunters in a Welsh forest in the 19th century.

The Washington Post

Not to take anything away from that other Jacob’s abs, but it’s impossible to imagine Stephenie Meyer’s werewolf saying, “You eat fast, in a worsening temper, with contempt for God’s creative vulgarity in yoking consciousness to meat.”
And what a well-read beast this last werewolf is.